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Porn Story 3
by Penny Farthing.
I was still working at six, the rest of the office staff had already
gone home except Mrs Heller. I cringed when her husband came in and
stared at me. "Who are you?"
I stood up and with knees trembling, said in my breathy voice, "I'm
Robyn, Mr Heller," and I bobbed for him.
"And what are you?" he demanded.
"I'm a sissy," I replied with tremulous voice.
"You're a what?" he almost shouted at me which brought his wife out of
her office.
"Hello, darling, I see you've met Robyn, isn't she exquisite?"
"She?"
"Yes of course, she lives to serve proper men and women in ways that
only a sissy can, isn't that so, Robyn."
"Yes, Mrs Heller."
"She's becoming quite a proficient drinker of semen, aren't you my
little fairy?"
"Yes, Mrs Heller," I said bobbing again.
"I'm sure you'd love to show your skills off to my husband, wouldn't
you, dear?" This was spoken with a glare from her eyes that meant I
shouldn't disagree, even if my stomach was churning at the very thought.
Ron Heller was large in every dimension, as broad as he was tall, and I
could smell his sweaty body from where I was standing on jelly like
legs.
"I'd be delighted to, Mrs Heller," I said in my husky, sexy voice.
"What?"
"She's going to give you a blow job, Ron."
"There is no way I'm having that fairy anywhere near me, get rid of it."
"We need to talk," said Mrs Heller, and marched her husband into her
office. I could hear raised voices but not what was said. I went back to
my accounts, but I couldn't concentrate to work, I just felt sick at the
thought of being anywhere near his crotch.
"Robyn, please come to my office." Mrs Heller summoned me and petrified
I walked and knocked gently on the door. I was bid to enter and bobbed
as I did so. "Good girl, now explain to my husband why giving him a
blowjob would be such a pleasure for you?it is, I take it?" She glared
once again.
I swallowed, I was going to have to pretend I wanted to do this. "Mr
Heller," I bobbed as I addressed him, "I think you are everything I
could desire in a man," I spoke in my breathy, sexy tone. "I just love
everything about you, you are so masterful compared to little ol' me, so
virile an' masculine it gives me goose-bumps of pleasure. I'd just love,
to taste your man juice, an' I promise to give you the best head you've
ever had?or keep practising until I do." Madge smiled at this, so I'd
obviously said the right thing.
"Strip down to your undies, dear," Madge instructed me, so I took off my
blouse and shorts, and was standing in just my red bra and panties with
my huge nipples poking out the cups of my bra. "Take your bra off,
sissy." I blushed but did as I was told.
Ron's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw my nipples. "Are
those for real?"
I cupped them in my hands, "Yes sir."
He leant forward and pulled off the plastic caps and began to massage
them between his fingers. I began to squirm in pain and pleasure and I
could see a bulge forming in his trousers.
"Please, sir, let me taste your man juice."
He was breathing heavily but nodded and I dropped to my knees and undid
his trousers and slipped his large erect penis out of his underpants. It
was large, probably six or seven inches and quite thick. I was dripping
with precum and I could smell it's musky odour, which did anything but
turn me on.
"Get on with it, girl," urged Madge, and I licked the tip as he
continued to twist my nipples between his fingers.
I licked it like an ice cream, then took it in my mouth and began to bob
up and down on it, my tongue tickling the underneath. He tasted a bit
sweaty and unwashed but the quicker I got him off the sooner I could go
home and get these awful clothes off.
Suddenly his hands switched from nipples to the back of my head and he
started to fuck my mouth with powerful drives that nearly had me
swallowing his whole crotch. Then I felt his organ thicken and he held
it down my throat as he jetted streams of cum into my tummy.
I nearly passed out from lack of air, when he withdrew and ordered me to
lick him clean.
"Was that nice, darling?" Madge asked him.
"Better than you, dear," he said.
"Well, I don't like doing it, but little Robyn here, does, don't you,
sissy?"
"Yes, ma'am." It was a lie, I hated it, but it was getting easier?well
until just now when he tried to impale me on his weapon.
"I think sissy would like to do that for you every day, wouldn't you,
sissy?"
"Oh I would, ma'am," I bobbed having just stood up. Even in heels, I was
still shorter than Ron by several inches.
Ron shook his head, he was obviously disquieted by my presence yet
already his tool was beginning to harden again.
"My my, darling, you were impressed; I can't remember when you last had
two erections in the same evening let alone within minutes."
"Does she shag as well as she sucks?" he looked at his wife.
"I don't know, I'm sure she'd love to show you that she could, aren't
you, Robyn?"
I nearly fell over?he wanted to shove that huge thing up my small hole?
Bloody hell?which would probably describe how my backside would be, a
few moments later. Madge got something from her desk drawer, a condom
and some lubricating gel. She told me to slip off my panties which I did
in a trance like state.
She pulled out my plug and told me to bend over her desk. She lubed me
and I felt him lumber over behind me. He inserted a finger and wiggled
it about, then two?that began to hurt and I squealed a little, so Madge
shoved the butt plug into my mouth and told me to keep it there. It
tasted foul.
Three fingers went up my arse and then suddenly I felt the edge of his
dick pushing at my back door. As he pushed I pushed back against him
trying to keep him out?sadly it had the opposite effect and moments
later, I felt my sphincter pop and he was in. I felt like someone had
just shoved a pick axe handle up there?the pain was awful, yet my
nipples were tingling. He pushed further and the pain was making my eyes
water.
He began to push back and fore, in and out up and down, I felt his
rhythm and heard him panting, his fingers found my nipples and he began
to twist and roll them?more pain and pleasure. His rate increased and he
began thrusting me against the desk while mashing my tits with his
fingers. I was hurting everywhere but somehow there was a connection
between my arse and my tits and he hit my g-spot and this sense of bliss
rose from around my tummy and spread over my whole body and I moaned in
ecstasy and despite the belt, felt a little goo drip onto the floor
through the end of the metal tube.
I felt him tense and shout and he fired another jet of cum into me. So
much for the condom which I don't remember him wearing. He pulled out a
moment later and spun me round, pulled the plug out of my mouth and made
me clean him up.
Madge gave me a tampon to shove in my bloodied rectum to stop the juice
staining my shorts.
"Right get dressed girl, sort your makeup and go home. I think a nice
bath would ease your maidenhead, so get some bubble bath on the way home
and don't forget to mince nicely?although after that, it might be the
only way you can walk."
I inserted the tampon and cleaned up then minced back into the office
collected my bag and jacket, put some tampons in my desk drawer and some
in my bag, picked up my purchases and set off home.
My style of walking with my hip swinging, small stepping gait was
becoming increasingly natural and although my feet were sore, my bum was
even worse. Of course I got loads of insults as I wound my way home via
the supermarket and some bubble bath concentrate and haemorrhoid cream,
which I hoped would ease my discomfort.
I was exhausted when I got home and my phone was ringing as I entered my
home. It was Madge?"Keep the webcams on at all times, oh put all your
male clothes in black bags and put them out for the rubbish collection,
have your bath wear your baby-doll outfit and sexy slippers and have
your salad for tea?oh and don't forget your pills, dear, let me see you
take them. I'll help you decide what to wear for the morning, don't
forget you're seeing your solicitor for a change of name declaration. Oh
and tomorrow, get some more lingerie and a breast pump?we need to
encourage your little boobies to produce milk, I want you to be like my
very own Jersey cow?won't that be nice, Robyn dear?"
"If you say so, Mrs Heller."
"Oh I do, Robyn, I hope you'll be able to produce gallons of it."
I just wanted to slash my wrists except I didn't have the courage. I'd
have been interviewed by the police by now, if I did. Instead I had to
put up with this abuse and humiliation until they considered I'd paid my
debt to them. I wondered what I'd be like by then and would I be able to
recover my original identity ever again? If I had enormous tits sloshing
with milk, it might be difficult.
I took my pills and then stripped off, filled the enema bag and after
removing the tampon washed out my bowels. They were a bit bloody, but it
helped to ease things off and I felt it reduced the risk of infection.
My bum was gaping a little and I squirted in the cream which was cool
and soothing, then re-inserted the plug as I'd been instructed.
Mrs Heller had been quite precise in her instructions, bathe, repair my
makeup replenish my lipstick, enema, plug and rub cream into my tits for
five minutes each tit. Then I was to put on my baby-doll and my high
heeled feather and beribboned slippers and make my evening meal?which
was a cottage cheese salad.
Once I'd eaten and cleaned up my tiny kitchen I was to bag up all my boy
clothes and take them out to the road to be collected the next day by
the refuse lorry. I was almost crying while I did all this, and a couple
of boys walked past and jeered at me. I shuffled back in on the high
heeled slippers.
Next I was the hang all the items from the delivery in my wardrobe. I
was to wear the black PVC bra with cut-outs for my nipples matching
black panties, a black chiffon blouse which buttoned up the back and was
pretty well see through with big puff sleeves and a short very tight
black jersey skirt which had as much lycra as jersey. Around my waist, I
was to wear a wide PVC belt which had a buckle shaped like an ellipse
into which fitted a part shaped like a phallus complete with balls.
Under this I was to wear black fishnet holdups, which didn't actually
come as high as the hem of the skirt and my ankle boots. Over my top I
could wear a little black PVC bolero waistcoat which had a fastening to
match the belt. A black PVC choker with again a phallus embroidered in
silver and some fingerless PVC gloves made me look more like a hooker
than an office worker.
Over my wrist I was to wear my charm bracelet, all the charms were mini
penises with balls, a dozen tinkling from the bracelet?what were they
trying to achieve here?my suicide? My instructions for the evening were
to take the dildo I'd had delivered along with the rest of the fetish
stuff and to practice sucking it all night. I was allowed to dip it in
some cheese flavoured dip to make it more rewarding for me, but by the
end of the evening I was to hold it up to the camera to show how far the
lipstick came up it?in other words practice my deep throating.
I was also to watch one of the dozen videos I bought on sexual
techniques. The only pleasurable thing was rubbing my nipples with the
cream and that had me breathing quite hard and wishing I'd never heard
of a chastity belt, I felt so frustrated as I watched my red painted
fingernails massaging my large sensitive nipples.
Finally at bed time, I cleaned off my makeup, except the mascara which
seemed to be industrial strength, put on a facemask of some green goo
which turned white as it dried and went to bed clutching my pink teddy
bear.
I set the alarm for six, so I was in bed by ten, sucking on the dildo
and clutching teddy where I eventually slept albeit not as well as I'd
have liked. At six, I woke and again following instructions checked my
toe and fingernails and repaired as necessary, then wearing pink kitchen
gloves washed out my nightie and my undies and left them to dry over the
shower rail.
I showered and dried my hair, then did my enema, re inserted the plug
and pulled on the PVC panties. Anti-perspirant, then my PVC bra which
highlighted the size of my nipples?they were huge. I did my makeup
putting several layers of mascara on my oversize lashes, and then a
thick line of shiny eyeliner. I ate my breakfast, a slimmer's cereal
with skimmed milk and some black coffee, and then a banana, which I had
to eat as if I was blowing it.
Finally I dressed in my see through blouse and accompanying clothing and
accessories, squirted some of my industrial strength perfume and finally
painted my lips several times, blotting and recoating them?I then had to
kiss my dildo passionately and slip it in my tiny handbag before mincing
my way into town.
At the solicitors, I heard muffled sniggers from reception and several
girls seemed to walk into reception for spurious reasons?presumably to
get a look at me. By ten, I'd signed my identity away and paid for the
privilege, bought more normal underwear and been laughed at by dozens of
people as I minced my way to the office. At one point I thought I was
going to get arrested but my shopping bags hopefully showed the woman
police officer that I was about my legitimate business and not on the
game.
It was only ten o'clock but it felt like I'd been up all night?I was
exhausted and I had a whole day to get through yet.
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